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hesitation.
He nodded. "Caution would suggest next week and, after my last brush against something that should've gone down easy, I would like to ask that we tip our hats to caution. So, next week, when I arrive at your place to drop you off for the evening, we'll both bag and haul your things to the limo and bring it all over here. Then I'll drop the limo off and ride home.
"With a week's notice, I can get Rat and a few of the other guys to help us haul things while keeping an eye on anyone trying to keep an eye on us. You mentioned the building is theirs. I'm guessing security is theirs, as well. I doubt we'll be able to make more than two trips before someone is rolling up to stop you or hassle you."
"Trucks would be better, Cole. No one would know I was running to you then," she suggested.
He agreed with that, on the belief that the less anyone knew about where she was running, the better.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
They continued to discuss the details of the move, refining it, pressing some issues, and letting others take care of themselves. Nicole was more excited than she could ever remember being. This was life, real life, and she cared!
"Am I going to be a burden on you, Cole? I mean, financially?" Nicole asked, trying to feel out his current financial situation. Hers was good, considering she wasn't attempting to retire in style, just live in the ‘burbs with her handsome man and ride his bike whenever time allowed.
"No, I'm good and I have stashes, too, so it would probably be wise to re-stash your just-in-case money somewhere you can get a hold of it. I doubt that we'll need to dip any time soon. Of course, I don't live above my means. Are you going to miss the luxurious life?"
"Not at all," she sighed and leaned against him. "I'm so into being your woman, Cole. I'm so glad you asked me that day to ride with you. This is the life I want. And your house is where I want to live," she told him.
"Welcome then, ma'am. I do hope you have a pleasant stay," he said with a slow country voice.
"Well thank you kind, sir. I believe I will if I can ever get that man of mine to take me to bed," she replied all Southern and sash. Then she laughed at him.
Cole reached over and pulled her across his lap laying a smack solidly on her ass with the flat of his hand.
She squealed with laughter and mock insult while kicking her legs, "Cole! Don't you dare spank me!" The smack was loud, but it didn’t hurt at all. She hoped that was the result he was after.
Then he began to handle her and with deft motions and surprising speed; he removed her skirt unzipped and pulled down her panties to her knees. The feeling of being so easily unwrapped like this was unnerving and exhilarating at the same time.
She cried out and struggled to get away. She even slapped at his arms and wiggled fiercely in his grasp. She may have slowed him, certainly she was annoying him, but moments later, while struggling for all she was worth, she lost her blouse and bra. Now nude, with her panties around her knees, she was feeling oddly ecstatic and competitive, as well as defiant about the ease he was getting what he wanted and doing what he wanted.
She was about to bite his arm when she was suddenly being lifted up in his arms as he rose with her from the couch. He did this with ease, showing no outward sign of her causing him a burden. Once standing, he stripped her panties down her legs by first tossing her body over his shoulder and then sliding them the rest of the way down, while she kicked and screamed curses, and spanked at his ass.
"Cole! You brute! Put me down!" she yelled, and then with begging capitulations she tried, "Please Cole. I can't look sexy for you like this!"
"You would look sexy in burlap, riding a pig through the wetlands," he told her as he repositioned her into the cradle of his arms as if she weighed little more than the Sunday paper.
"Cole!
He nodded. "Caution would suggest next week and, after my last brush against something that should've gone down easy, I would like to ask that we tip our hats to caution. So, next week, when I arrive at your place to drop you off for the evening, we'll both bag and haul your things to the limo and bring it all over here. Then I'll drop the limo off and ride home.
"With a week's notice, I can get Rat and a few of the other guys to help us haul things while keeping an eye on anyone trying to keep an eye on us. You mentioned the building is theirs. I'm guessing security is theirs, as well. I doubt we'll be able to make more than two trips before someone is rolling up to stop you or hassle you."
"Trucks would be better, Cole. No one would know I was running to you then," she suggested.
He agreed with that, on the belief that the less anyone knew about where she was running, the better.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
They continued to discuss the details of the move, refining it, pressing some issues, and letting others take care of themselves. Nicole was more excited than she could ever remember being. This was life, real life, and she cared!
"Am I going to be a burden on you, Cole? I mean, financially?" Nicole asked, trying to feel out his current financial situation. Hers was good, considering she wasn't attempting to retire in style, just live in the ‘burbs with her handsome man and ride his bike whenever time allowed.
"No, I'm good and I have stashes, too, so it would probably be wise to re-stash your just-in-case money somewhere you can get a hold of it. I doubt that we'll need to dip any time soon. Of course, I don't live above my means. Are you going to miss the luxurious life?"
"Not at all," she sighed and leaned against him. "I'm so into being your woman, Cole. I'm so glad you asked me that day to ride with you. This is the life I want. And your house is where I want to live," she told him.
"Welcome then, ma'am. I do hope you have a pleasant stay," he said with a slow country voice.
"Well thank you kind, sir. I believe I will if I can ever get that man of mine to take me to bed," she replied all Southern and sash. Then she laughed at him.
Cole reached over and pulled her across his lap laying a smack solidly on her ass with the flat of his hand.
She squealed with laughter and mock insult while kicking her legs, "Cole! Don't you dare spank me!" The smack was loud, but it didn’t hurt at all. She hoped that was the result he was after.
Then he began to handle her and with deft motions and surprising speed; he removed her skirt unzipped and pulled down her panties to her knees. The feeling of being so easily unwrapped like this was unnerving and exhilarating at the same time.
She cried out and struggled to get away. She even slapped at his arms and wiggled fiercely in his grasp. She may have slowed him, certainly she was annoying him, but moments later, while struggling for all she was worth, she lost her blouse and bra. Now nude, with her panties around her knees, she was feeling oddly ecstatic and competitive, as well as defiant about the ease he was getting what he wanted and doing what he wanted.
She was about to bite his arm when she was suddenly being lifted up in his arms as he rose with her from the couch. He did this with ease, showing no outward sign of her causing him a burden. Once standing, he stripped her panties down her legs by first tossing her body over his shoulder and then sliding them the rest of the way down, while she kicked and screamed curses, and spanked at his ass.
"Cole! You brute! Put me down!" she yelled, and then with begging capitulations she tried, "Please Cole. I can't look sexy for you like this!"
"You would look sexy in burlap, riding a pig through the wetlands," he told her as he repositioned her into the cradle of his arms as if she weighed little more than the Sunday paper.
"Cole!
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